Chapter 766

Mo Shichen's fingers teased Xi. The handsome outline was so clear that it seemed to condense the cool mountains and streams. His eyelids drooped, all the eyes at the bottom of his eyes were covered, and he smiled softly, "do you want to?"

He asked himself, "probably."

"Then why don't you try to make up with her?" asked mother su

The man finally lifted his eyelids. "Do you think I should make up with her?"

Mother Su didn't understand why he asked for a while. In fact, she didn't know much about the couple, just

"I'm just looking at the days when your wife is not here. You're not very happy. Although you don't know why you and your wife are separated, if you still love her, try to save it."

He asked plainly, "if she doesn't want to."

"This" mother Su thought over her words, "just try your best. In this way, you will not regret it, nor will your wife leave it behind."

Try your best?

The word doesn't match him in a strange way.

Mo Shichen takes back his hand, skillfully lights a cigarette, spits out a few cigarette rings, and says silently, "mother Su, do you think she is happy when she is with me?"

"My wife is not a person of great joy and sorrow. It's not obvious whether she's happy or not, but I don't think she's unhappy, and I think she's thinking about you, and there must be you in her heart."

"Yes," he lit a cigarette and let the ashes fall into the ashtray, as if he was following the only other person in the restaurant, talking to himself, or maybe he couldn't find a person to talk to, or a suitable person to talk to. "I don't remember what happened five years ago, but I don't really know what kind of person I used to be, but from the past that I found out from the data I can draw a similar outline

He spoke at a low speed, as if he didn't care whether others were listening at all. Although mother Su listened very carefully, after a while, he stopped again, took a smoke, and her voice seemed to be more hoarse, but it was also more bland. "My mother died of illness when I was five or six years old, but she was also very depressed when she was alive, because my father was a very cold-hearted person, the only point Love is also given to other women before marriage. For her, there is only the indifference of mutual respect. She is still a born workaholic. Although she doesn't have a lover outside, she seldom stays at home and doesn't communicate with her after staying at home. "

"He is more interested in me than my mother, because he wants to cultivate a qualified successor in his mind, but even the father and son, my feelings for him should also be very thin, or even if I had a grudge against him in the process of growing up, I was cultivated and educated by him. I am very similar to him, even if I lose my memory, I am still like him."

When Su's mother listened to these words, her tone was calm and clear, like analyzing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, rather than himself.

Mo Shichen looks at the smoke he spits out and then disappears. He looks down and smiles. He says lightly, "maybe I don't love much, or I'm not good at how to love a woman."

Let him run after Wynn job. Yes.

On the premise that she is willing to stay with him, if she wants him to do something, it's better to lose temper with him and instruct him to cook and make steamed buns.

But he is good at plunder and capture. He has countless ways to force her to come back to him.

But when all this didn't work, he was at a loss.

In particular, Wenyi's serious illness is due to him.

He can torture her bitterly, see her for a while, and even hate him to gnash his teeth. But he forced a woman to burn in the hospital because of overwork and excessive pressure. She forced her to support him in front of her family -

he was a failure.

If he loves this woman, he also loves failure, and failure itself is enough to frustrate him.

"But I think you are very good to your wife," said mother su

Mo Shichen stood up from the dining chair. "I used to think so."

"Then are you going to let it go and stop looking for her?"

The long, bony fingers pressed the unburned cigarette out in the ashtray and said lightly, "look at her life, I will give her a chance to get rid of me."

When he came back from Paris, he took her as his wife's belongings. Whether he loved her or not, he had to hold it in his hand. Maybe he didn't want to let it go, just didn't want to let it go.

If he let go of the idea and slowly forgot her, then he would not go to her.

If he can't forget for a long time -

then she is really the only one who can blame for her misfortune in her life. She must meet him and marry him in love, because the person he identified, no matter what means he tried, must be in his arms.

When Mo Chen kicked 11, "I've finished. Let's go and take you to dinner."

Six days later.

When Kangding went to the president's office to deliver documents in the afternoon, he found that Mr. Mo, who has been increasing workload and tight schedule recently, did not stare at the laptop screen or read the documents, but looked out of the window, just like a trance.He looked closer and found that the screen of the notebook was black.

Does this mean that the president has been in this state for some time?

"Cough" Kangding coughed a low cough, attracted the attention of the man, and then said, "president, this quarter's financial statements have been sorted out according to your requirements."

The man hum, then lazy light took back the line of sight, reached out to take the document from his hand.

However, Kangding found that although he had put it in front of him, he didn't want to see it. "President, what else can I do for you?"

Mo Shichen looks up and stares at him for a while. Seeing this, Kangding's heart bristles. Finally, he says, "have you ever been lovelorn?"

"Many years ago."

"Usually, how long does it take to put a woman down?"

"It depends."

Mo Shichen looks at him without expression.

Kangding continued with a stiff head, "it's just a few days without any feelings. Some of them, like your brother, can't let go for several years."

He sneered. "There's a hole in the brain."

"

he picked up the signing pen beside him and played with it. For six days, he was really counting the days.

Count to how many days will not count.

Mo Shichen raised his eyes and said lightly, "you go"

before finishing a sentence, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He closed his eyes. "Come in."

As soon as another secretary opened the door, she hurriedly said, "president, Miss Wen must come up to you in the lobby. The front desk can't stop her from coming in or calling the security guard"